’SIR,—­Having made search for the Paper which you enquire
after, we have Found one answering your description in a General
way; and pursuant to your request and Direction, beg leave to
forward you a Copy thereof, together with a copy of a letter
concerning it, received by the same post from Sir Philip Drayton,
of Drayton Hall, Sometime our Client, and designed in Part to
explain his share in the matter.  Your order for twenty guineas, on
Messrs. Trett and Penrose, hath come to hand, and been duly
honoured, and we thankfully Accept the same, in payment for all
trouble had in this matter.

          
                                                                              ‘&c, &c, &c.’

The formal document which it enclosed said:—­

’This is to certify that Charles Archer, Esq., aged, as shortly before his death he reported himself, thirty-five years, formerly of London, departed this life, on the 4th August, 1748, in his lodgings, in the city of Florence, next door to the “Red Lion,” and over against the great entrance of the Church of the Holy Cross, in the which, having conformed to the holy Roman faith, he is buried.—­Signed this 12th day of August, 1748.

’PHILIP DRAYTON, Baronet. 
’GAETANO MELONI, M.D. 
’ROBERT SMITH, Musician.

’We three having seen the said Charles Archer during his sickness,
and after his decease.’

Then followed the copy of the baronet’s letter to his attorneys, which was neither very long nor very business-like.

’Why the plague don’t you make the scoundrel, Jekyl, pay?  His mother’s dead only t’other day, and he must be full of money.  I’ve scarce a marvedy in hand, now; so let him have a writ in his, drat him.  About that certificate, I’m almost sorry I signed it.  I’ve bin thinking ’tis like enough I may be troubled about it.  So you may tell ’em I know no more only what is there avouched.  No more I do.  He played at a faro-table here, and made a very pretty figure.  But I hear now from Lord Orland that there are many bad reports of him.  He was the chief witness against that rogue, Lord Dunoran, who swallowed poison in Newgate, and, they say, leaned hard against him, although he won much money of him, and swore with a blood-thirsty intention.  But that is neither here nor there; I mean ill reports of his rogueries at play, and other doings, which, had I sooner known, my name had not bin to the paper.  So do not make a noise about it, and maybe none will ask for’t.  As for Jack Jekyl, why not take the shortest way with him.  You’re very pitiful fellows; but I wish o’ my conscience you’d take some pity o’ me, and not suffer me to be bubbled,’ &c., &c.

There was only a sentence or two more, referring in the same strain to other matters of business, of which, in the way of litigation, he seemed to have no lack, and the letter ended.